Time: 12:58….safe to say 1:00 PM

Oh, a little inside info…. It was the kiss that relocated their memories. If that was the case, Aaron should have kissed Karina when he had her alone in that little room below the monastery long long ago! Haha, is anyone as surprised as I am? I didn't think I would actually get this far in my story. It just goes to show you that your guys' reviews keep me going! Thanks again. So yes, from here things start to get a bit crazy!!!!!!! Are you ready!? HOLD ON TIGHT!

Disclaimer: I do not own ATLA. I doubt this story would actually get anywhere if I were the actual owner. People would think I am incredibly crazy. (Well…. More than usual).


His arms pulled me close and kissed me once again, my heart beating to his equally passionate one. With each kiss I remembered more and more of the world and the person I love. His kisses spread down my jaw line onto my neck and shoulders, gently pulling my wet coat and shirt aside in the process. My hands were roaming his chest, and finally bringing his face back up to mine so I could kiss him again.

No restrictions left, I roughly put my hands in his short hair, tasting all of him, making sure this wasn't just some wild dream.

Finally, breathing heavily he pulled away, looking me straight in the eyes. Tears were slightly glistening in his as he looked at me. Seeing him choked up made tears form at my eyes now. I blinked them, trying to control my emotions.

His voice was quiet, "I've finally found you."

I had no idea what he was talking about; all I knew was that we were together now.

I just had to say his name again, "Aang."

He smiled down at me, his hand smoothing my hair back, "Can't believe it," he muttered, "You're alive."

I raised an eyebrow at him strangely, but he just smiled it off, pulling himself away from me and standing up. I sat up on the beach, watching his form move.

He surprisingly took his battle stance and brought his arms up, pulling a large handful of water out of the lake and swirled his arms in a circular motion around his body, making a ring of water quickly moving around above his head. He moved it faster and faster, and did it only with one hand now, bringing his left hand down and jerking it up harshly. A large boulder, bigger than me, launched out of the ground and broke into millions of little pieces as he twisted his wrist desperately. He brought those up and swirled them around in the water circle he had. Rock chunks were flying around, along with the water, still only using one hand. I watched in amazement as he flicked his wrist and a long string of fire and made it into a whip.

I had once been afraid of his fire and the power he held, but now. Oh now, I knew all the trouble he had had with it in the past and knew the way he could control it and never hurt me.

He laughed as he whipped it around and brought it above his head swirling it around the mess of elements that were whirling above his head. Adding a blast of air, a tornado formed as the water, earth, and fire created colors of moving figures that reached up towards the sky. His chuckle lowered deeply as he grabbed the bottom of his element tornado and whipped it around his head once more before launching it into the lake where it steamed and the rocks fell with splashes.

He crossed his arms laughing to himself, "I can still do it."

I got up from my sitting position, still wet from the fall into the lake. He turned to look at me, happiness spread all over his face, making me smile as well. He swept his hand out in front of him, directly at me, sending a gust of wind my way.

The air hit me like a freight train, but dried me off. I glared at him, smoothing back my hair, running my fingers through the knots.

He smiled sheepishly back and created an air bubble that made him dry as well. When he was done, our eyes locked.

Staring at him, I asked, "So, Mr. Avatar, what are we doing in this world?"

I saw him gulp, completely flustered, and look at the sky.

"I don't know," he said quietly.

I looked at him to see if he was telling the truth. His flustered face seemed suspicious, but his sad grey eyes that stared at the sky told me otherwise.

"But I can get us back," he said, completely serious, meeting my eyes again. I felt my heartbeat quicken. We can go back.

I looked at the lake. Should I be sad that I am going to be leaving this world? The place I have known for nineteen years now. Breathing in deeply, I thought about memories that I had forgotten these past years. I had no family here; they were all in our world. Our world.

I looked over at Aang. It really was our world. Aang was the Avatar, keeper of the world. And I was his wife. It was our world. I smiled, thinking back to our marriage. The memories just kept flowing and I smiled bigger and bigger each time one popped into my mind now.

I paused, something hitting me. "When are we going back?" I asked nervously.

He earth bended some flat stones up directly into his hand, and threw it smoothly across the water with such force that it skipped at least twenty times before sinking.

"Well," he said, focusing on throwing, "we need to wait until Sokka and Toph arrive. They have got to know where we are by now."

I sighed in relief, happy that we had remembered them. Watching Aang's form as he threw the rock, I thought about something. I remember Toph and Sokka. But why can't I remember anyone else that I have seen in this world? Is it only Aang, Toph, Sokka and I?

I walked up next to him, silently watching his gorgeous form. He had certainly grown handsome from when we first met those five years ago in the South Pole. We had been married at the ages of sixteen and eighteen. Now that I think about it, my memories only remember to when I turned nineteen, and Aang had to leave for some sort of meeting with Fire Lord Zuko.

"H-how do you know they will know where to meet us?" I squeaked, trying to control my concern for what my memories were telling me.

He stopped throwing the rocks, his hand falling to his side. "Because," his voice was soft and yet tight from anger, "we all agreed to meet at the monastery when we remembered."

My eyes went wide, and my body was shaking from the cold November wind now, "how c-come they know and I didn't know about this? I-I mean, I can't remember ever being told to meet you here."

His body went stiff, his eyes glued on the water.

"Aang! H-how come!?" My voice was wavering now.

He turned his head away now, the muscles in his neck tensing. I held my breath, knowing the stance he took when he didn't want to tell me something.

Feeling my shoulders sag, I finally sighed, my body shaking continuously now, from the cold. What could he possibly be thinking? And why won't he tell me?

Minutes of silence fell upon us as I sat there shivering. He finally turned my way and held out his hand. "Come," he said, grabbing my hand, "It's cold, and we should be getting inside."

Sadly, I put my hand in his and let him lead me back to the monastery.